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1 yr ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
SUMMER 67 AG FIRE NATION
Asura SAOWON
it felt like being mocked when I woke up like this—trapped in a body too weak to lift its own head, lungs too small for a full breath, wrapped in cloth like some fragile being. The world around me loomed vast and distorted; every sound was too loud, and each ray of light was too bright. The first few days, indeed, were hazy with helplessness. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't even blink without the extreme effort.
That wasn't the worst part.
It was the awareness.
I remembered.
My old life: my quiet apartment, the scent of old books, the way rays of light slanted down on the walls in late afternoons. I recalled the dying. That seemed peaceful. No pain came along. It was just the slow fading away, probably akin to sinking into deep water. And then...this.
Reborn.
My parents, Jinzuk and Rina, treated me like something precious. My mother would hold me with steady hands, though there was always some tension in her grip for she seemed afraid I might slip through her fingers. My father was different. Not cold, but... watchful. There was something in his eyes when he looked at me. Something heavy. Recognition? Fear? Guilt? I couldn't yet say.
Then came Ursa.
My sister. Three years my senior, eyes as sharp as her wit. She would talk to me as if I comprehended all her words, and perhaps I did. I feel as though she sensed something weirdly wrong. She studied me too intently. When our parents were away, she would sit next to my crib whispering stories--not for comfort, I think, but to gauge me. To see if I would respond like a normal infant.
I was careful not to give away too much.
No one said it aloud, but I could almost feel that iamb: an unwritten rule. Stay quiet. Do not stand out.
Until, finally, at six months, it happened.
I wasn’t doing anything. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t frightened. I was just overwhelmed. From the heat, social noises, and thick smoke of incense, I was just too much with it. My heart moaned and I felt tingly. Something coiled within me and rumbled up my throat like a living thing.
And then—fire.
Never had I seen such fire.
Not red. Not orange.
Black.
Thick, dark flames gushed from my mouth, the sound reminiscent of oil sizzling in a forge. The air shimmered with heat, but the fire was all wrong: it was too dense and heavy, like liquid shadow taking physical form.
The room fell still.
Ursa did not scream. She simply stared, her eyes wide and unblinking.
My father retreated a step, paling in complexion. Not at shock genuine recognition. As if he'd heard of this before.
My mother fell onto her knees, pressing me to her chest; but this was not the gentle embrace from before. This was panic. This was fright they never spoke of it but something changed after it had the house grew quieter. Fewer visitors. More whispers. I caught glimpses of men in dark robes-Fire Sages, maybe-coming and going when they thought I was asleep. Their voices were low, urgent.
Unusual...
The legacy...
Dangerous...
I didn't understand. Not entirely.
Was this some quirk of reincarnation? A side effect of my soul being shoved into a new body? Or was it something deeper—something tied to this family bloodline?
Asura SAOWON
it felt like being mocked when I woke up like this—trapped in a body too weak to lift its own head, lungs too small for a full breath, wrapped in cloth like some fragile being. The world around me loomed vast and distorted; every sound was too loud, and each ray of light was too bright. The first few days, indeed, were hazy with helplessness. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't even blink without the extreme effort.
That wasn't the worst part.
It was the awareness.
I remembered.
My old life: my quiet apartment, the scent of old books, the way rays of light slanted down on the walls in late afternoons. I recalled the dying. That seemed peaceful. No pain came along. It was just the slow fading away, probably akin to sinking into deep water. And then...this.
Reborn.
My parents, Jinzuk and Rina, treated me like something precious. My mother would hold me with steady hands, though there was always some tension in her grip for she seemed afraid I might slip through her fingers. My father was different. Not cold, but... watchful. There was something in his eyes when he looked at me. Something heavy. Recognition? Fear? Guilt? I couldn't yet say.
Then came Ursa.
My sister. Three years my senior, eyes as sharp as her wit. She would talk to me as if I comprehended all her words, and perhaps I did. I feel as though she sensed something weirdly wrong. She studied me too intently. When our parents were away, she would sit next to my crib whispering stories--not for comfort, I think, but to gauge me. To see if I would respond like a normal infant.
I was careful not to give away too much.
No one said it aloud, but I could almost feel that iamb: an unwritten rule. Stay quiet. Do not stand out.
Until, finally, at six months, it happened.
I wasn’t doing anything. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t frightened. I was just overwhelmed. From the heat, social noises, and thick smoke of incense, I was just too much with it. My heart moaned and I felt tingly. Something coiled within me and rumbled up my throat like a living thing.
And then—fire.
Never had I seen such fire.
Not red. Not orange.
Black.
Thick, dark flames gushed from my mouth, the sound reminiscent of oil sizzling in a forge. The air shimmered with heat, but the fire was all wrong: it was too dense and heavy, like liquid shadow taking physical form.
The room fell still.
Ursa did not scream. She simply stared, her eyes wide and unblinking.
My father retreated a step, paling in complexion. Not at shock genuine recognition. As if he'd heard of this before.
My mother fell onto her knees, pressing me to her chest; but this was not the gentle embrace from before. This was panic. This was fright they never spoke of it but something changed after it had the house grew quieter. Fewer visitors. More whispers. I caught glimpses of men in dark robes-Fire Sages, maybe-coming and going when they thought I was asleep. Their voices were low, urgent.
Unusual...
The legacy...
Dangerous...
I didn't understand. Not entirely.
Was this some quirk of reincarnation? A side effect of my soul being shoved into a new body? Or was it something deeper—something tied to this family bloodline?
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1 yr ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Name: Asura Saowon
Titles: Royal RED Dragon,The Uncrowned Flame,Ashspeaker, SOlVAHR
VESSEL,THE SUNBOUND HEIR
Gender: male
Age: 0
Affiliation: Fire nation,Roku temple and fire sages and the most Important his backers the The Flame Reclamation effort
Physical Description:
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Personality:
Likes-Old fire nation philosophy,Sparring with worthy opponents,spiritual lore and meditation as the sun rises
Dislikes-The current fire nation royal line,being underestimated, and those that disrupt the balance
Dreams-To change the fate of the fire nation losing,reclaim the fire nation lost honor, and win the war with as few deaths as possible.
Short Biography: An archiving scholar who devoted his previous life to unearthing ancient civilizations and its power structures and lost mythologies has now been reborn. He held an informal interest in Avatar: The Last Airbender due to it showing a great spiritual depth and historical significance of history until a strange twist of destiny pulled him into its central events.
The new life began as the unrecognized descendant of Avatar Roku who originated from a private union between Jinzuk the son of avatar roku and Rina thus Asura is a younger brother Ursa not only that but Rina was also a noblewoman of Clan Saowon which held the status of being one of the oldest and most esteemed Fire Nation family. Being born of these two distinct lineages created a dangerous situation because he embodied a connection between sacred heritage and noble authority.
After the mysterious death of Fire Lord Azulon which allowed Ozai to seize power, those dedicated to traditional Fire Nation values, mainly descendants from fire and air learning temple including the Saowon elders and various highborn members hid the boy because they believed his presence would result in his death. Throughout his upbringing in faux-banishment, he received knowledge from scholarly experts and warrior-philosophers who remained devoted to the original principles of honor, balance and the spirit of the Fire Nation without its militaristic approach.
Inventory: Holder: none as of now
Skills:
Strategic Thinking: Loyalist warrior-scholars taught proficiency in political maneuvering and military strategy.
Martial Arts Is Trained in conventional Fire
Nation hand-to-hand fighting,
Research Skills: Outstanding recollection and analytical mind from his former academic career enable him to learn and adjust rapidly.
Philosophical Insight: deep knowledge of balance and power that allows sensible decisions and dispute settlement.
Advanced Firebending: Skilled in exact flame control, able to adjust intensity and shape for offense and defense.
Sun Dragon: Due to being combined with SOLVAHR's spiritual energy, generating brighter, hotter flames with a distinct glow.
Spiritalworld connection:Can somewhat at will connect to the Spirit World; however, she is not trained in doing so.
Tropes:
Canon character sibling (modified)-grandson of avatar Roku through his father side and a Saowon mistress is thus a coasion to the heirs of the royal family.
Prodigy (firebending)
Draconic soul- Was born with an attachment to the spirit of the son a great dragon known as SOLVHAR that was sealed into the sun by an ancient now lost to time avatar and is thus fated to be the sun spirit if the current one ever dies or gets free due to this it is far easier to enter the spirit world for Asura then most and his word among the spirits holds a weight uncommon for mortals.
Bending/Crossover Power: firebender
Current Goals: Short Term: become stronger
Long Term: usurp the fire nation throne and try to stop the war with as least death as possible while keeping the fire nation safe from any backlash from it actions
Extra: the thame for his long term goal[/hider]
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